There comes a time within the commonwealth of any state when a son is born to take up the reins and struggle tirelessly for the good and welfare of his people. He does so without seeking any personal or financial gain. He is rational and knows how and when he must remove stumbling blocks, climb over obstacle courses, skirt adversaries, or make allies to realize his goals for the greater good of the many. A strong communal leader who is not afraid to be led. He lives a simple life surrounded by family, steeped in the belief that his destiny is to steadfastly advocate on behalf of his people.
My friend, Teddy Victor, was one such citizen.
Throughout his life, he was never afraid to speak out against the ills of the powers that be within the commonwealth of Grenada; be those socioeconomic, politico-economic, religious or moral ills. He held his ground on the principles of his belief, even though the consequences of his actions were at times harsh and long lasting. Though he was faced with many setbacks, he never allowed them to weaken his spirit or resolve.
Throughout his life, he learned not only how to forgive but, more importantly, how to counsel and comfort the forgiven. A clear example was his willingness to return to prison to visit and hold religious fellowship with most of the core perpetrators who had detained and imprisoned him for years without charge, never giving him a date for his release.
Whereas the pang of detention made many fellow detainees vengeful and bitter, of which I too was guilty, Teddy used his confinement to hone, shape and sharpen his philosophy on the deeper meaning of life, commitment to family, and loyalty to those around him. And as he broadened the scope of his spiritual relationship with his God, he became himself the central mass, to which most of us turned for guidance and counsel in times of stress or communal upheavals within the prison walls.
Now that he comes to the end of the journey, we can all look back with fondness and gratitude, knowing that our friend, Teddy, did all that he was called upon to do without wavering. No road was too long, tedious, or steep for him to climb, no bridge too narrow to cross. For at the end of every sojourn and on the other side of every bridge lie two views: the one behind us, of where we have been, and the one before us, of where we have yet to go.
We will miss you, old chap.
You will forever be my true friend,